Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.